Quotes About Loyalty

With this life I give you trust. Believe in your Clan and in yourself. Never doubt that you know the right path to take.

You will make things right. When the time comes, I know you will...." -Storm to Thunder

Cinderheart gasped. Then her pelt smoothed. She lifted her chin. "Then I choose the life of a warrior." Her blue eyes shone. "And I choose you.

Thank you," Fireheart mewed after a few moments. Graystripe shrugged and padded over to him. "There was no choice," he whispered. "I couldn't hurt you, could I?

Then he spotted Willowpelt diving from the top of a rock to streak across the ground and shove Sootpaw out of the way with outstretched forepaws. The badger landed heavily on her back; her shriek was cut off with a sickening crunch as the huge creature snapped her neck. It scooped up her limp body with one paw and tossed it into the clearing. Sootpaw

No ThunderClan cat will ever harm that warrior.

and not a day goes by when I don't think of Silverstream, Feathertail, and Stormfur. But I have no quarrel with StarClan for the path they chose for me, and I'm proud of all my kits. Blossomfall for her courage and skill in battle; Bumblestripe for his loyalty and compassion; and Briarlight for her bravery, her humbling spirit, and her hopefulness. I shall be watching all of you from the elders' den; you can be sure of that.

warriors. "So will I," mewed Dustpelt.

StarClan wanted him as much as Bluestar did. Poor Firestar, he scarcely seems able to close his eyes without some farsighted dream filling his mind. But he has handled this burden well, lived up to all of StarClan's expectations. Maybe it took more than a Clanborn cat to discover Tigerstar's treachery, or to bring WindClan home after they were driven out by ShadowClan

Lucky's gut churned with dread. I couldn't have told them anything about Lick, about her secret meeting with Grunt. Alpha would have thrown her out—or killed her. I just hope I made the right decision.

When Firestar left to rediscover SkyClan, Spottedleaf knew she had lost him to Sandstorm.

Willowpelt agrees with young Graystripe," Bluestar declared. "A thaw is on the way." Graystripe lifted his chin and flashed a defiant look at Fireheart, but Fireheart didn't care. Bluestar was going to call off the raid! Now Graystripe wouldn't have to choose between his Clan and Silverstream, and Fireheart wouldn't have to join a raiding party against a Clan he knew was already suffering.

In the final confrontation with the Dark Forest, Spottedleaf gave her life in the stars to save Sandstorm, one last gift to her beloved Firestar.

I would give my last drop of blood to save your kit," Leafpool meowed softly to Crowfeather. "You know that.

Mickey does what he thinks is right. He can stay loyal to the longpaws as well as to the Pack — don't you see, Lucky? That's just who he is. He wouldn't be Mickey if he forgot the longpaws.

This is your destiny, whether you want it or not. You have no choice but to follow it. Every Clan's destiny depends on you, though they don't know it yet. But they will. And there will come a time when they will listen to you and you alone. I can tell you this, but it's up to you to earn their respect.

Trust ShadowClan cats to get competitive about deaths

Stonefur, couching beside Bluestar's body, let out a purr of amusement. "It's easy to see where Graystripe's loyalties lie," he remarked. "Yes," Mistyfoot agreed. "No cat ever really thought he would stay in RiverClan.

When Firestar left to rediscover SkyClan, Spottedleaf knew she had lost him to Sandstorm. In her heart, she understood that the young she-cat was a far better choice, able to walk side by side with Firestar

warrior name.

Hollyleaf leaped forward at the final moment, taking Hawkfrost's death blow and saving Ivypool's life.

Thanks, Crowfeather!" he panted. Looking around, Crowfeather spotted Gorsetail in a nearby beech tree, her fur fluffed up as she spat defiance at the foxes below. And where were you when your apprentice was in danger? Crowfeather wondered.

Clear Sky was padding toward his cats. "Why are you even listening to a cat who only left the mountains because he was following his littermate? He was born to follow. I was born to lead!

Why bother?" Jaypaw asked. "It's not your assessment today." "I know," Lionpaw mumbled around a mouthful of fresh-kill. "But that's not the point. A good warrior will always do as much as he can to feed the Clan.